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step back.
    She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Please, everyone sit down. The sectional should be big enough. It’s what Madi’s father uses when he visits. The seats are wider to accommodate you wings.”  She pointed to a small, wing-backed chair across from the sectional that Cross hadn’t noticed before. “You sit there, Madi. These boys are looking at you like you’re a steak and they’re a pack of wild dogs.”
    Cross sputtered, “I beg your pardon! I do not look at him like that.”
    Bren sniggered. “Wanna bet, chief? Just a second ago you looked like you wanted to lick him like an ice-cream cone. Tsk, tsk. What’s  Raphael going to say when he sees you drooling over his boy?”
    Madigan blushed, and Cross growled. “Shut   up , Bren. One more smart comment and I will drag you before your lord and have you beaten.”
    “Oh just admit it. You want him,” Bren snapped. “Just like Michel  has been sporting wood for the kid since we arrived.”
    “You vulgar piece of trash!” Cross rumbled, taking a menacing  step forward. Anger blazed hot in his chest. He’d had it up to his  eyeballs with Bren’s attitude. Ever since they’d met up in the divine  hall to go to Madigan’s apartment, he’d been a complete and utter  bastard. He reached for his divine weapon, and it blazed to life in his  hands, pouring from his wrists where he housed it. Bren did the same.  Madigan yelped and scrambled back away from them, dragging his  mother along with him.
    “Bring it!” Bren shouted.
    “ Enough   !” Dex yelled, stepping in front of Bren. Michel
    mimicked him by stepping in front of Cross.

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    “You’re scaring Madigan, Cross. You told us all from the  beginning not to startle him. The weaponry is freaking him out. Lose  it.” Michel’s calm voice was logical. Cross knew that. He just didn’t  have to like it. “I don’t like the prick either, Cross. But now is not the  time.”
    Cross nodded. His gaze flicked to Bren, who already put his weapon away and had his arms crossed over his chest, that same smart-ass expression plastered on his face. It was so arrogant. What was his problem? Then he saw what. Bren’s gaze went to the corner where Madigan and his mother were huddled. His eyes softened and a longing filled his gaze.   Huh . That made sense. So he was also attracted to the boy.
    “Come on out, Madigan,” Bren coaxed. “We would never harm you.”
    Madigan glared and held on to his mother even tighter. “No offense, but you started it. So forgive me if I don’t find your word very trustworthy. I’ve had it with winged guys pulling out WMDs at the slightest provocation.”
    “You have my word, Madigan. Nothing is going to hurt you or yours,” Cross offered. He sighed as Madigan’s forest gaze lit on him skeptically. He didn’t blame the human. He really didn’t. He just wished he trusted them more.
    Madigan’s mother stood, shaking off her son’s arms. She looked madder than one of the Seraphim after a group of young angels refused to get into proper formation for a presentation to the  Almighty. “Raphael told me you’d watch over my boy. That you were guardian angels handpicked by the archangels to help him.” Cross opened his mouth to reassure her, but the look on her face stopped him. “I’m not finished.” Her voice raised a notch in volume. “You
    almost let the other angels kill him, you let him freeze on the flight  over here, you’ve explained nothing to him about the situation he’s in,  and you’re scaring him half to death. So far Heaven’s best does not  look the least bit efficient. Are you in charge?” The question was to

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    Cross. After a moment, he nodded in embarrassment. “You are doing a piss-poor job of it.”
    “Mom!” Madigan jumped in.
    “No, Madigan. Your mother is